The swamp often exudes an unpleasant smell. The filthy and settled mud is mixed with the carcasses of dead animals. No one knows the depth of the small depressions formed by the accumulated water.
At this time, Alfred was wearing ragged clothes, one foot high and one foot shallow, stepping on the mud and walking towards the small farmhouse, his eyes were dull, like a zombie.
Hunger and fear tortured the king so much that he lost hope in everything. When Alfred thought he could withstand any test with faith, Ulf's sudden attack and continuous pursuit made Alfred Red felt that life was worse than death.
"Lord, if you are testing me alone, then let disaster befall me, but why should I let my subordinates and friends suffer such an unfair fate." Alfred prayed silently in his heart, friend They died in front of him one by one, but as a king, he only felt a deep sense of powerlessness, which made Alfred disgusted with himself.
Now Alfred could no longer care whether the people in this farmhouse were friends or foes. He could only pray that the other party would lend a helping hand.
"Plop."
Finally, as he neared the farmhouse, Alfred threw himself to the ground.
"Oh." Alfred lay weakly on the muddy ground. His eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, but Alfred refused to close his eyes.
"Even if I die, I will watch the knife strike my body with my own eyes and witness the destiny the Lord has given me."
Alfred was thinking this in his heart. At this moment, he heard the sound of heavy footsteps, and soon a pair of leather boots appeared in front of Alfred's eyes.
As a sniffing sound came, Alfred tried his best to look up. Facing the dazzling light in the sky, Alfred saw a tall man wearing coarse linen clothes, holding a A man with a sharp axe.
"It's over." Alfred suddenly felt cold in his heart. Wessex people rarely have such a burly figure. It can be seen that the person in front of him must be a Nordic. What will happen if he falls into the hands of a Nordic at this time? Nothing like Alfre Fred knew better.
However, even if he tried to get up and escape, Alfred's body could no longer support him. His eyes closed uncontrollably and he fell asleep.
In his sleep, Alfred only felt someone dragging his feet, dragging his whole body heavily on the ground, and his head was hit several times by stones on the ground.
at the same time
Ulf ordered people to lower Iron Belly's body from the wooden stake, and then ordered people to give the warrior who had endured the execution of the Blood Eagle the funeral he deserved according to the customs of the North warriors.
"Do you need to give him something to bury with him?" Vargas unscrewed the wine bag, poured a sip into his mouth, and then wiped his mouth with his sleeve and said.
"Yes." Ulf nodded slightly. All this was not meaningless. A warrior who withstood the blood eagle also set an example for others.
"You can't catch His Majesty." Yinsak huddled in the corner. He already felt fear and disgust for these cold-blooded Vikings, but there was still a trace of luck in his heart, hoping that Alfred could escape. , when the time comes to reorganize the army.
"I really do belong to you. Maybe I should cut off your tongue, so as to prevent you from continuing to confuse my men." Ulf walked up to Yinsak and said to him coldly.
"You don't understand, this is the Lord's will, otherwise why could His Majesty escape when the castle was surrounded." Yinsak also broke the jar at this time. He raised his head and eyes, waiting for Ulf, and said to him Said loudly.
Ulf frowned after hearing this, but did not refute Yinsak's words. As a time traveler, he knew the trajectory of history very well, but he still chose to launch a surprise attack because he did not believe in evil. But Alfred was like a It was as slippery as a loach, and it actually escaped through my fingers.
"Is there really a historical correction?" Ulf whispered in a low voice. He stepped forward to untie the rope that tied Yin Sak, and then patted Yin Sak on the shoulder.
"Are you going to take me to that wooden pillar? To tell you the truth, I will scream in pain, that is,
Even before he dies, he will spit on you. Yin Sak's heart tightened. He rubbed his wrist, glanced at the bloody wooden pillar, and said with a clear heart.
"Don't worry, you are not qualified yet. Blood Eagle is not suitable for you." Ulf grinned. He would not kill Yinsak now. He had already done what he had to do. The only thing left was really to do. Let’s see what Guzlen does.
In the castle, the North warriors brought by Guzlen began to plunder everywhere. They were like a group of rampaging wild boars, crashing into the porcelain shop and starting to destroy and destroy everywhere.
"Kangdang."
"on fire."
When Ulf took Yinsak through the library, he saw that the place that was supposed to be quiet and full of wisdom was now like a gangster den, and some people were even lighting fires with parchments.
"God." Yin Sak couldn't help but cross himself on his chest. Yin Sak felt very painful about the looting and destruction of his country's treasures.
"Keep walking." Ulf frowned slightly and pushed Yinsak to continue walking along the corridor. Guzlen and the leaders were having a meeting in the Wessex palace.
Before they even got close, Ulf and Yinsak heard a noise. It was obvious that the leaders had started their daily quarrel again, but this time, they were blaming each other and letting Alfred go.
"If it were my warriors guarding the city gate, they would definitely recognize the King of Wessex."
"Idiot, your drunken eyes can only see clearly your little withers."
"Would you like to take off your pants to compare?"
"I prefer using an axe."
"You're the only one who knows how to use an axe?"
"Want a duel? Kill him bastard."
When Ulf walked into the domed palace, he saw the two North leaders sticking to each other like bullfights, staring at each other with big eyes.
The other leaders not only failed to persuade the two of them, but instead waved their fists to the side of the fire road as if they had been beaten to death.
Guzlen did not stop them. Instead, he leaned comfortably on the high-backed wooden chair, holding a greasy chicken leg in his hand and chewing on it. In his opinion, fights between North warriors were commonplace.
"Stop, we are still searching for Alfred's whereabouts. You are not going to kill each other at this time, are you?" Ulf walked in and stopped the two of them. He reached out and pushed the two leaders away and looked at each other. , then he said.
"Oh, Ulf, you came just in time." When Guzlen saw Ulf's arrival, he happily threw the chicken legs on the ground, then picked up a piece of cloth and wiped his greasy mouth.
"Lord Guzrun, you should prepare your army for war to prevent Alfred from reorganizing his army and making a comeback." Ulf nodded at Guzrun and then said to him.
"That's just right. What you did this time was so beautiful that I didn't even have time to express it. If the people of Wessex dare to do it again, then I will definitely beat the shit out of them." Guzlen laughed indifferently. Said with a smile.
"We shouldn't underestimate them." Ulf felt a little headache. This surprise attack was too successful. It accidentally left the impression on other Northmen that Alfred was vulnerable.
Originally, Guzlen was still afraid of the Wessex cavalry, so he was always cautious, but now even Guzlen is immersed in the joy of this easy victory, thinking that it is impossible for the Wessex people to Ability to make a comeback.
"Hmm." Yinsak stood next to Ulf, his little eyes were squinting, and his mind seemed to be spinning rapidly. He couldn't figure out Ulf's purpose of bringing him here.
"Lord Ulf, you captured the important castle of the Wessex people and drove their king to pieces. I believe your reputation will soon spread among the Wessex people."
"We decided to call you Ulf the Doorbreaker from now on, how about that?"
"If you go back
I will also spread the word about this in my hometown, it is worth showing off. "
The leaders stepped forward one after another, handed Ulf wine glasses, and congratulated him.
With only a small number of warriors, Ulf was able to capture the strong castle where Wesker's king was. In the eyes of other Northmen, it can be explained by a miracle.
Respecting the strong is the tradition of the North people. At least this time, Ulf's reputation is very prominent among the North people.
"Lord Guzrun, and other leaders, now is not the time for a celebration banquet. I strongly urge you to gather your own troops. After all, although we have captured the castle, most of the Wessex troops are not there. Here." Ulf shook his head helplessly and reminded the leaders here.
"But we have just entered the castle." The leaders were somewhat reluctant. Compared to sleeping in the wilderness, they were very satisfied with the castle. They even planned to capture more surrounding land after spending the winter. , or burn everything and return to Danfa District.
"We don't have time. Yinsak, tell them how many lords there are in the Kingdom of Wessex who support Alfred." After Ulf finished speaking, he turned to look at Yinsak beside him.
"I, I~~." Yinsak didn't expect that Ulf had brought him here to do this. Of course, Yinsak would not betray his compatriots, but in the face of the fierce glances he cast, Yinsak's heart was still beating wildly.
The bloody punishment was still vivid in his mind, and the steaming internal organs of Iron Belly still seemed to be radiating warmth. Yin Sak felt two shudders. Death, he really hadn't thought about it.
"Many, most of the lords have not betrayed His Highness." Yinsak lowered his head and said to everyone in a voice that was almost like a mosquito.
"So what, they are leaderless." At this moment, another North leader walked in from outside, and he said proudly.
